 About Magdelia Estuv-BrezFemale Half-Elf Witch 1
Fort +2
Immune sleep; Resist Elven Immunities
Special Attacks Slumber (DC 14) Witch Spells Known (CL 1, -1 melee touch, 2 ranged touch):
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Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 11 Feats Extra Hex (Healing), Skill Focus: Intimidate (Adaptability)
Skills:
Acrobatics +2 Appraise +4 Bluff +1 Climb -1 Diplomacy +7 Disguise +1 Escape Artist +2 Fly +2 Heal +1 Intimidate +8 Knowledge: Arcana +8 Knowledge: Nature +9 Perception +4 (+6 if familiar is within arms reach) Profession: Cook +5 Ride +2 Sense Motive +1 (+3 if familiar is within arms reach) Spellcraft +8 Stealth +2 Survival +1 Swim -1 Languages Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Giant, Tien --------------------
Spells Stored in Familiar:
0-Level: Arcane Mark Bleed (DC 14) Dancing Lights Daze (DC 14) Detect Magic Detect Poison Guidance Light Mending Message Putrefy Food and Drink (DC 14) Read Magic Resistance Spark (DC 14) Stabilize Touch of Fatigue (DC 14) 1st-Level:
Gear:
Travelling Outfit Sickle
Masterwork Backpack
Belt Pouch 1
Belt Pouch 2
Spell Component Pouch
Appearance:
At 5'2" and 100 pounds, Magdelia is small for a half-elf. She favors simple, practical clothing. She can often be found wearing calf length sleeveless dresses, many of which had seen better days. Patched and repaired more than once, they remained functional, if not stylish. Her straight dark hair is styled but often unkept, falling just beyond shoulder length. Often times, particularly at work, she keeps it tied back with a bit of leather twine in order to keep her long bangs out of her eyes. At other times she would let it hang loosely. Her eyes are dark, the green tint only obvious in direct sunlight. Her right arm is covered from wrist to shoulder in a dwarven clan tattoo of angular lines and runic symbols in black ink. On her throat is a puckered scar which stands out white against her tanned skin. What others in Sandpoint would know:
Magdelia, or Mags as she is usually called, is the cook at the Rusty Dragon. Despite their employer/employee relationship, Mags and Ameiko Kaijitsu are quite close, almost as sisters (or, occasionally, like mother-daughter). The petite half-elf can often be seen about town with her pet, a tame red fox. And though she speaks only in raspy whispers, (the scar on her throat indicating the reason), her odd dwarven accent is well known. Frequenters of the Rusty Dragon also are aware that, despite her small size, the young half-elf has no reservations about standing up to the occasional drunken or amorous patron, regardless of how many pounds they have on her. Backstory:
Magdelia was born in Cheliax, though there is little in her personality to suggest this. Her parents were of a very rare type in that they were an elven/human couple who had chosen to remain together for so long as her father's shorter life-span would allow. Despite their nation's reputation, they strived to raise their daughter in a loving and safe home, doting upon her as time allowed and sheltering her from the brutal realities of the world beyond the garden walls.
Being members of the city council, her parents were often very busy, trusting the young half-elf's care to their nanny, Esmerien. It was Esmy, as Mags was wont to call her, that brought the child her pet. One summer afternoon, Esmy sat at the dining room table, reading the youngsters fortune. It was a past-time that the two often shared, Mags finding it fascinating. "I see loneliness," Esmy said, flipping another card. She looked at the child for a long moment, and then smiled. "Easily fixed, child. Easily fixed." The following day, Esmerien arrived with a small red fox in tow. "This is Sticks," she said, presenting the animal to a delighted Magdelia. "Take good care of him, and he shall do the same for you." Not unusual for the region, Mags parents found themselves caught up in the political machinations of Westcrown and were eventually deceived into making a trip to the nearby hills southeast of Egorian. The pretense was that they were to meet an informant that had information that they would find useful. Taking Magdelia with them, intent on making a family outting of the situation, they set out. Unfortunately, they were ambushed in the wild and murdered by agents of the very men they had come here to gain advantage over. Magdelia was left for dead, having taken a bolt in the neck. (During the short battle she was able to hear the names of two of the four mercenaries: Trowbridge and Hack. The other two were never called by name.) Providentially, a clan of dwarves passing through the area came upon her while she yet lived and were able to nurse her back to health over time, though she ever after spoke in a harsh whisper, and the scar on her throat never faded. Not wishing to leave such a young girl to her fate as an orphan in Cheliax, the dwarves took her with them on their long journey back to Varisia. There she traded her happily sheltered, upper-class life for one of hard work and often lean times. She proved somewhat inept in the dwarves meager mining operation, but showed some competance as both a cook and a trapper/gatherer for the clan. Sadly, the carefree attitude of her youth seemed all but gone, however. Though her adopted family most certainly loved her, she often felt overcome with a desire to run off - to see the world - and, perhaps, to escape the life she often viewed as less than what she had. Eventually she took to wandering further and further from her new home, often dissappearing for weeks on end. On these journeys she would take Sticks with her, exploring the lands round about: North into Churlwood, or as far south as Sandpoint. It was here, at the age of 16, that she met Ameiko Kaijitsu. At first she merely traded furs or herbs that she had gathered on her trip. On occasion she even earned a few coins helping out in the kitchen. But as time passed, the two became quite close, and by the age of 19 Mags was making regular visits to the Rusty Dragon Tavern in Sandpoint. It seemed that Ameiko shared the young half-elf's interest in adventure, and her desire to see the world. Magdelia would sit, sometimes for hours, listening to Ameiko's tales. She would also share her own adventure's, often embellishing her tales, though the Tian woman always seemed to see through it. During these years, Magdelia was entirely unaware of the power that she would oneday wield. She took Sticks with her everywhere, sharing what, even to her, seemed an unusually close bond. It was as if she could often interpret the creature's intentions, and Stick always seemed to know what she was thinking, saying, feeling. On her twentieth birthday, Mags requested to take part in the coming of age ceremony of her adopted dwarf clan. It took some convincing, as the ritual had never been shared with a non-dwarf before. Yet, she was eventually (and reluctantly) given the clans tattoo. Shortly after this, she bid her new family farewell, with promises to visit as time allowed, and headed south to Sandpoint. Ameiko had offered her a full-time position in the kitchen on more than one occasion, and the girl intended to take her up on it. On the journey south, as they camped one chilly night, Mags gathered together firewood and kindling only to discover that she had no flint. "By Torag," she mumbled under her breath, her dwarven accent apparent despite the whispery quality of her voice. Looking at Sticks she offered a weak smile. "Gonna have to do this the old fashioned way, I'm afraid." It was at this moment in time that she finally became certain that there was more to the small creature than met the eye. "You have no need for flint and steel," she heard him say. She regarded him for a moment, feeling inexplicably uneasy. For a long time she said nothing, wondering if she was somehow loosing her mind. Finally, working up her courage, she whispered, "You don't, perhaps, all warm and cozy beneath my blanket. But I need a fire." She looked through the kindling she had gathered, looking for a suitable bow, board and spindle. And though she didn't expect to hear a response from the fox, certain that her mind had simply been playing tricks on her, her hands were shaking with an undefined fear. Sticks moved over to sit on the wood pile, looking up at the woman. "Stop," he said. "Come. Sit with me for a moment." He moved off a short way, setting himself amongst a growth of white autumn flowers. Mags squatted by the wood pile for a few moments longer, regarding the beast and trying to dismiss the feeling of unquiet that was nagging at her. Finally, with a shrug and a laugh that held a touch of the histerics she felt rising from inside, she moved over to sit before the animal. "I've no idea what's going on here, but it's getting colder, Sticks. What're ye about?" She received no answer. Instead she found herself slipping into some dark world, darker than the night she left behind. Though she remained aware of her surroundings, the sound of the wind in the trees, the chirping of the seasons last insects, the distant crack of a branch as some animal moved through the dark thicket, she also became aware of another world. It was a world of shifting colors, shifting imagery. Dark and foreboding, silent and insidious. For nearly an hour she sat there entranced by what Sticks showed her. And when it was over, she knew that her life had forever changed. Rising on stiff legs, she moved some of her gathered timber into a pile, surrounding it with lighter kindling. And with a motion and a mumbled word, a spark ignited in the heart of the pile, igniting the wood. As the fire grew, spreading its light about the clearing, she looked at Sticks, hiding her concern. Though she noticed it, she pretended not to. The delicate white flowers around Sticks had withered and blackened. Over the next four years, Mags made herself useful in Ameiko's kitchen and slowly came to terms with her new-found abilities, though she kept them secret. Her friendship with Ameiko continued to grow stronger, the two almost as sisteres. And Sticks continued to teach her things, late at night; secret powers, an understanding of the inexplicable. Yet to this day the half-elven woman has no clue from where her power arises. And Sticks hasn't volunteered the information. STICKS (Familiar):
Male Fox CN Tiny Magical Beast Init +2; Senses Low-Light Vision, Scent; Perception +8 -------------------- DEFENSE -------------------- AC 15, touch 14, flat-footed 13. . (+2 Dex, +2 size, +1 natural) hp 4 (1d10+1) Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +3 -------------------- OFFENSE -------------------- Spd 40 ft. Melee Bite (Fox) -3 (1d3-1/20/x2) and . . Unarmed Strike +2 (1-1/20/x2) Space 2.5 ft.; Reach 0 ft. -------------------- STATISTICS -------------------- Str 9, Dex 15, Con 13, Int 6, Wis 12, Cha 6 Base Atk +1; CMB +1; CMD 10 (14 vs. Trip) Feats Skill Focus: Perception Tricks Come [Trick], Fetch [Trick], Heel [Trick], Seek [Trick], Stay [Trick], Track [Trick] Skills Climb +2, Diplomacy -1, Fly +6, Intimidate -1, Perception +8, Spellcraft -1, Stealth +10, Swim +2 Modifiers +4 to Survival when tracking by Scent, Acrobatics (Jump) +4 Languages SQ Come [Trick], Fetch [Trick], Heel [Trick], Improved Evasion (Ex), Seek [Trick], Stay [Trick], Track [Trick] --------------------
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